The horrors of moving

Well, most obviously, there's the matter of internet access. I still have it - back where I used to dwell. In my new abode, it's not happening yet - "thanks" in no small part to Telekom Austria, who apparently don't have the faintest clue where their own technical installations in the building are. That gives Leitungen verlegen an entirely new meaning...

Then there's damages. I've lost one row storage space, which means I have even less of an idea where to put all my books and the like than I had originally planned. But it could be worse, I could be Plastic Man in JLA: Heaven's Ladder, "My Stuff!" Mine is all still there. Mostly. I think. Probably. Well, at least I do still have my comics.

Of course, then there's the horror of not assaulting the poor, innocent minds of my faithful readers. (All two of them, judging from the amount of poll participation.) And there'd been so much good stuff in the last four weeks I fiugred I really should start taking notes... (Maybe one for a new year's resolution I can actually keep about 0:30ish on January 1st, 2009).

One was Amy W(h)inehouse not going to the Grammies. The US government not allowing a pop star into the country because she's a drug addict? I was mortified. How could Republicans treat a celebrity like a normal human being? There was much whining and five grammies for poor Ms W(h)inehouse. On the bright side of not much internet access, I can immediately compare with this weeks BRIT Awards. Apparently, with no government banning Amy from attending, there was no need to turn the BRIT Awards into the pro-junkie-pop-star political pseudo-statement the Grammies were. Now I'm left wondering who exactly drew a line and how much the cocaine cost...